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“The teal!” she exclaimed.
“It might just be the lighting,” Sylvan offered.
“Or,” she said, pinning them all with an intense stare, “it’s that glowing shit we saw coming out of the monsters.”
Malakai prompted, “And that would mean…?”
Her face went blank. “I don’t know,” she admitted. She gestured to the screen. “But how the hell is he still alive?” She flicked her brows up. “Any ideas?”
“If he is alive,” Travis said, “the others could be too.” The imperator’s men, his son Klay—the people they’d believed were inside Spirit Terra when the Veil was shut. Which meant— “We need to tell Darien.” He patted his pockets—and cursed. “I left my phone in the car.”
Malakai was already calling, phone at his ear. It rang several times before it went to Darien’s voicemail—full, as usual.
He hung up. “He’s not answering.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and disappeared down the corridor that led to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Jewels called.
“To tell Darien.” He poked his head around the corner, his eyes meeting Travis’s with hesitation. “Where is he, anyway?”
Travis scowled. “Why should I tell you?”
Malakai held up a finger in thought. “The hospital,” he concluded. Damn. “Duh!” He grabbed a jacket off the coat rack and swung open the front door.
Jewels snatched Travis’s wrist and tugged him toward the corridor, her touch soft and warm on his skin. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“With Malakai, obviously.” She slowed, studying him with big eyes that were lined with kohl. “Don’t you want to talk to Darien about this?”
“Yeah, but…what about our reservation?” They were supposed to have a late dinner—everything Darkslayers did was late—at a new restaurant in the Financial District, and after that they had tickets to see a broadway play. The last one was Jewels’s decision. Obviously.
“Are you kidding?” She grinned, letting go of his wrist so she could put on her black-and-purple platform sneakers, stuffing her feet in and lacing them quickly. “Trust me when I say this is way more fun than dinner, at least for me. I watch a lot of shows about unsolved mysteries—I practically live and breathe this stuff.” She opened the door and clomped out into the night.
Travis tried not to groan. Maybe he would’ve been into it more if it didn’t involve following her brother to the hospital.
Malakai was waiting in the driveway by his truck, one foot on the running board, a hand propping the driver’s door open.
Why wasn’t he leaving, for shit’s sake?
Travis attempted to direct Jewels toward his car, nudging her with his arm like he was a herding dog and she the sheep, but they didn’t make it past Malakai before a sharp whistle cut through the Reaper’s lips.
Now who was herding who?
“Uh-uh,” Malakai drawled, shaking his head. His cold stare was all for Travis. “You can get in my truck or you can drive yourself—without Jewels.” Damn, was he controlling.
Jewels shot Travis a pleading glance. “Just come with us,” she whispered. “We’ll lose him later, I promise.”
“I heard that,” Malakai said darkly.
Travis relented. Using the remote to lock his car, he followed Jewels to the passenger’s-side door and slid into the cab. There was no back seat, so he was stuck in a romantic sandwich with Jewels and her dickhead brother, who insisted he sit in the middle, refusing to make any of this easy on him.
So much for that date.
6
The Hospital
ANGELTHENE, STATE OF WITHEREDGE
